Savile Poems - Poems about Savile

...The last best hope, the redneck pope the hicks are counting on, won’t need his travel kit when he’s on Ricker’s Island. Gavel it! He orders bedroom windows made of bricks: aspires to nothing high......

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...Oh, if only ... If only monsters ... LOOKED like monsters. If they lurked ONLY in the dark, Glowing red eyes and chiseled teeth ... Claws and horns and forked tails, What......

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...Shame on you, Jimmy Savile The secrets you've kept all this while How many woman and children have you abused Covered by friends that you have used The poor little girl in her hospital be......

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...Our image of a future saint after his exit this wonderful man we knew could fix it, so generous with his time and finance full of vigour, love, respect and romance, to hospital patients a most we......

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...Jimmy Savile liked to touch boys and girls he'd visit them in their hospital room. And used to run his fingers through their curls, mere buds, they barely started to bloom. England's Q......

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...The Yew is said to reach hundreds of long years and trauma reaches the same festering circles buried deep into abused souls transmitted over generati......

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...So slick and sexy. Purred past Temple Bar. That throaty engine advertising punch. All legal London, strolling out for lunch, with turning heads declared, “Now that’s a car!” So many barristers......

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..."Headline news! The rag trade is torn to pieces! Dolls are strewn across the streets with skirts lifted high. Headline news! Markets are buzzing with voracious bees; Stinging for honey, for money ......

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